Lyrics:

That story cross the threshold.
The scenes go back to my mind.

He inspires respect
in that town.
He's a priest
and she's his wife.
Me, a poor girl
who lives in their house.
I clean their home
and warm his bed up.

Chorus:
'Dickhead!
Leave me alone.
Don't get my skin dirty.

Dickhead!
Let me go
I won't talk to anyone.'

I feel hate
when he touches me
Only I'm sixteen...
He's stealing my life.
He sits down
near me,
while his wife
is watching tv.
When her glance is far away,
he plays with his hand
under my skirt

Chorus / SOLO

It's my truth.
It's my chance.
The end of a nightmare.

Take a car now.
Park it near his home.
Two shoots and fire in their house 2xChorus